Sibling Rivalry: Chapter Three – Bloom

It was a bright, sunny day in Ponyville, and all the little ponies were going about their business. The hustle and bustle of a small town may not seem like much to those from much larger cities, but it never died down. Even on Sundays, ponies still did what needed to be done. They were hard-working, and proud of it!

Among all the little ponies, one stood out: A bright pink earth pony with bright pink curly hair, hopped through the square, with basket in tooth. Her destination was Carousel Boutique at the far end of town. As she hopped through the tiny hamlet, her enthusiasm was at peak efficiency. This was mostly because of her plans for the next couple days. Which she was crossing town right then to prepare for.

As she entered the humble shoppe, a bell rang, she quickly proceeded to what she would only describe as a white blob with a purple tree sticking out the side.

The white blob was Pinkie’s friend Rarity, who was examining a dress that was hanging on a ponykin. She couldn’t see the door as the bell rang, but before she could respond to it, or even move, a pink blur appeared on top the ponykin and said, “HI!”

“WAH!” Rarity screamed, falling on her back. When she came back to her senses, she could see her best friend, Pinkie Pie, leaning over the ponykin she was working on. “Pinkie Pie! You scared me!”

“OH! Sorry Rarity!” said the overly cheerful party pony. “I just came to ask a favour.” She returned to the floor behind the ponykin.

Rarity walked around it to the middle of the shop, still slightly annoyed at Pinkie for her abrupt entrance. “Uh, what is it?”

Pinkie turned her head around, and picked up the basket that was behind her, she left it next to the ponykin when she went to greet Rarity. It would be hard to talk with that thing in her mouth.

Rarity looked at the basket and levitated it towards her. She moved the white sheet covering it, and pulled out what could only be described as some type of uniform. It was a white shirt with pink and brown accents along the edges, she also saw a similarly coloured hat. Actually, the hat could better be described as a visor, since it had no top to it. Regardless, the shirt did need some work, after all, it had several tears in it, as well as a brown stain on the front.

“It got really torn up last time I wore it,” Pinkie explained, slightly sad. “That was a pretty crazy day!” she continued with a chuckle.

“…and… um… the brown?” Rarity said, almost afraid to ask.

Pinkie lowered her eyelids. “Chocolate, Rarity.”

“Right! Right…” In hindsight, that should have been obvious. She started walking over to her workspace, with the shirt in tow, Pinkie hopping after her with a smile.

“These tears… I might have to rebuild it unless you want several unsightly stitches in it,” Rarity explained. “Do you need this today?”

“Tomorrow actually!” Pinkie said with regret. “I’m sorry Rarity, I forgot it was in such bad shape until today! I pull it out of my closet this morning and BOOM it’s all torn up!”

Rarity sighed, Pinkie did tend to be a bit scatterbrained, so this didn’t surprise her. But Rarity was in a good mood, and the shoppe wasn’t very busy on Sundays, even for the short time it was open, so a project like this would at least keep her occupied. “It’ll be done by the end of the day.”

Pinkie gasped, “Thank you, Rarity!” She screamed as she hugged the unicorn. “You’re a great friend.”

Ponyville Park was packed. Ponies from all walks of life was trotting, chatting and playing. It was such a beautiful day, so everypony was out enjoying it.

Out of all the little ponies, only one was trying to avoid the crowd. Sweetie Belle was trotting through, with a smile on her face, and a brown paper bag in her mouth, looking for the least populated area.

Her favourite poplar was easy to find, it was at the top of a small hill, on one edge of the park. Almost no pony ever came to this end of the park, unless they needed to. So it was a perfect secluded location.

However, at this very moment, the poplar wasn’t secluded. Sitting right under the tree and leaning against it, was a young, yellow, earth pony, with a giant pink bow in her bright red mane. Her name was Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle’s best friend, and the only way to describe Apple’s mood right now was: bored.

“Hey, Apple Bloom!”, Sweetie Belle said as she approached her friend, dropping the sack.

“Meh!” replied the tired earth pony.

Sweetie Belle sat down across from Apple Bloom under the shade of the poplar. She magically opened the sack, and pulled out a single cupcake topped with orange frosting. She wouldn’t dare use her magic with any other ponies watching, she felt like she would just be showing off. Plus, she just wasn’t confident enough to use it and not have it fail while everyone was watching. But Apple Bloom wasn’t as judgemental as other ponies she knew, and was more likely to encourage her friend.

As she started munching on the cupcake, Apple Bloom began speaking in full sentences. “Well,” she said, “seems your magic’s working pretty well.”

“OOO!” Sweetie said, moving the cupcake to the side. “It most certainly is! Especially since last night. You see-”

Apple Bloom interrupted her friend, “I’m sure it’s a fascinating story Sweetie Belle, but I haven’t had lunch yet so…” She glanced toward the sack, and smiled sweetly. So, the young unicorn levitated a cupcake with blue frosting towards her friend, who then grabbed it in her hooves and began munching.

After a bit of silence, Apple Bloom decided to open the conversation, “You seem in a good mood.”

A giant grin appeared on Sweetie Belle’s face as she was about to answer, but Apple Bloom interrupted her again, “wait, wait, don’t tell me. You’re excited for-”

“-the big carnival!” Pinkie explained. “It’s opening tomorrow and Sugarcube Corner is going to have a stand there!” She was extremely giddy at this development, “and I get to run it all on my own… well… sorta…”

“Yeah! For once I’ll be in charge of something and not have it end in disaster,” suddenly, the smile on her face began to fade. “…I hope.”

As a roll of white fabric came over to where Rarity was standing, Pinkie noticed something interesting. Her best friend was in a really good mood, more so than usual. She was whistling a jaunty tune and Pinkie noticed the mare was moving with the music in a sort of subtle dance. There was also a smile on her face, and an almost dreamy look in her eyes.

Now, Rarity was typically in a good mood when she was working, and Pinkie’s presence always made ponies happy, but this was different. In fact, Pinkie could simply not account for this level of happiness. It was unprecedented from Rarity, she was downright giddy.

“So…” Pinkie said, “you’re in a good mood!”

“Oh, Pinkie,” she replied, “I most certainly am!”

Rarity opened her mouth to continue, but was interrupted by Pinkie, “Wait! Let me guess! I love guessing! Ummm… ooo! It’s the carnival! You’re excited for the carnival!”

“It’s not the carnival,” Sweetie said, eyelids lowered.

“Well then,” Apple Bloom asked, “What is it?”

Sweetie Belle sighed joyously, “It’s-”

“-Spike!” Rarity said before Pinkie could try another guess. After all, if she let Pinkie continue this game, they would have been there all day, and there was work to be done.

“Spike!?” Pinkie asked.

“The Dragon?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Yep,” Sweetie said, smiling, her eyes almost dreamy.

“Well… um…”

“…what about him?” asked the pink earth pony.

Rarity turned and looked directly at her earth pony friend. “Pinkie…”

“…I think I’m in love with him!” Sweetie’s grin went from ear to ear.

“What!?” the yellow earth pony replied, shocked.

“When did this happen!?” Pinkie asked, smiling ear to ear.

“Last night,” Sweetie explained.

Rarity elaborated, “we went out for dinner, had a lovely time.”

Sweetie was giddy, “I was at Ponyville Park, it was late, he was there as I was practicing my magic, he taught me a few things, like how to focus, and then, when we found out it was past my bedtime, he offered to explain to my parents and take the blame. He was so nice.”

“He was absolutely charming, the perfect gentlecolt,” Rarity was swooning.

“But…” Pinkie continued. “I mean, I don’t mean to be mean but don’t you think everyone else would be mean?”

Rarity had already turned back to her work, her sewing machine was running at full power. “What?”

“I mean, Spike’s a dragon, you’re a unicorn, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but a lot of ponies can be pretty judgemental,” Pinkie, the eternal pragmatist explained, with a small chuckle at the end, as if she told a joke she knew only she would get.

Rarity sighed…

“I’ve thought about that,” explained the young unicorn.

“Really?” Apple Bloom asked.

Sweetie Belle nodded. “Last night, I was up thinking for half the night. But-”

“-to be honest,” Rarity explained. “I don’t really care!”

“What!?” Pinkie was quite shocked at this turn of events. Heck, this was Rarity, the only pony who cared more about her self-image was the eternal nervous wreck: Rainbow Dash.

“I mean, it might not have a such a positive impact on my business.”

“Sure, everypony will make fun of me,” Sweetie said, she was pacing back and forth. “But that happens to me already and I’m used to it.”

“But if ponies are that judgemental, they don’t deserve my masterpieces,” Rarity said with pride.

“Is that the right time!?” Pinkie asked, pointing to a clock on the wall.

Rarity followed her friend’s gaze. “Oh, yes, yes it is. Why!?”

“I have to get back to work,” Pinkie was a bit panicked, but she kept her eye on the ball, “I’ll see you later Rarity and thanks a bunch!” She screamed as she galloped out the door.

Rarity went back to work, with a smile on her face.

Sweetie Belle was perplexed, “What?”

Apple Bloom sighed. “Just ask him,” she said right before she went back to work on the cupcake.

Sweetie Belle was suddenly very worried. Apple Bloom quickly ate the rest of her cupcake, as Sweetie Belle found she suddenly couldn’t eat any more. She was too worried about what would happen next. What exactly would she say, and what exactly would he say? This could ruin her life, or make it a lot better. But there was only one way to find out, she just had to not screw up.